Dream § 5 [Public] Payment for Edward Cullen (3/3)

Mar 29, 2009 22:50

She can hear Edward play piano from across the hallway as she walks up the stairs. There’s also a soft humming echoing on the walls of the mansion. She pushes the door to his room and he looks up, smiling at her. He stops playing long enough to offer her his hand like he always does when he teaches her how to play piano. But this time, instead of letting her sit by his side on the bench, Edward pulls her across his lap, framing her small body with his arms as he starts to play piano again. It gets a bit harder to breathe for Estelle and she knows by the way her cheeks burn that she’s blushing.

Still she doesn’t move and watches his hands run on the white and black keys. Edward is humming again and his voice is so soft, deep and warm that she can’t help herself and she shivers lightly. She turns her head slightly to look at his face, but Edward keeps his head down, eyes focused on the piano. Still, Estelle can’t help herself and admires the light plays in his bronze hair, how elegant his aquiline is, how strong his square jaw looks. So entranced by his beauty, it takes quite some time for Estelle to notice that Edward’s humming has turned into words.

"Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you...."

Estelle looks away from Edward’s face, back at his hand, trying to focus on the lyrics he sings ever so softly:

"I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you...

I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you..."

She doesn’t really know what to say, and before she can even compliment him on his voice, Edward leans his head against her shoulder. She can feel his breath on her skin, his arms leaving the piano keys to wrap around her waist. She knows she should be nervous about being so close to him, his mouth inches from her neck, but she can’t feel anything else than a sense of comfort. She puts her arms around his shoulders and leans her head over his. Sighing happily, she closes her eyes.

[Wakes up feeling strangely at peace]

[ooc: here's the song Edward's singing.  Just....imagine it being played on the piano instead of the guitar? XD]

dream, white day, ic, edward, payment

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